little garden

 the window is open,

the scent of my 

Jasmine Blossom & Woods candle 

lit nearby.

i can hear the twinkling sounds of laughter and hollerin’ 

of the boys in the 

backyard. 

the bed is made, 

lumps from the comforter, 

bunched together like an accordion, but it is freshly clean, 

and the sight of the huge botanicals sprawled out give me 

great joy. 

i haven’t vacummed the carpet yet, 

but i am almost there. 

i took out the trash and there is also a now empty laundry basket, 

black and waiting to be filled.

emptying the chaos and 

filling the room with 

spritzes of shalom,

this finally feels like a little

garden of eden

and i can now rest until 

dinner..